Lena bursts into the pack clinic without warning, her eyes as hard as stone and her sour scent all over the places as she scans around the room, and the matches towards the front counter with a nurses behind it, giving her puzzled looks but Lena doesn't care what anything thinks of her appearance, the evening wind hadn't been friendly, it blew harshly and ruined her hair and makeup, adding to her rage and misery.She slams her palm on the table, her eyes shooting daggers at the nurse. “Where is Kieran?” She demands and the nurses don't hesitate to point towards the direction she knew the young alpha went.The clinic is still buzzing with movements, nurses moving between rooms, working on wounded wolves and dear moon goddess, the smell of blood is nauseating.Just before Lena could go find him, Kieran quietly walks out of one of the patient rooms, wiping sweat from his brow. She hisses in annoyance and storms towards him, her heel boots clicking hard against the floor and her lips set
The pack clinic smells of antiseptic and blood, it's thick in the air.Seth is wiping down one of the counters, trying hard to ignore the sting in his nose. The scent of the healing herbs always makes him nauseous and today feels worse than usual. His shirt sticks to his back with sweat and the collar of his sweater suddenly makes it hard to breathe.He glances at the clock, it's almost lunchtime. He needs to get out of here.“Hey, Seth!” One of the nurses calls out loud. He doesn't flinch as he slowly looks at her. “Sterilize those bowls for the next round. Understood?”He nods, then he picks up the bowl and takes a step towards the sink when the doors of the clinic burst open without warning, followed by shouts and orders.Seth reels to the commotion and watches as Kieran rushes in, supporting an injured male, followed by two wounded wolves on makeshift stretchers while a third one limps behind them, one arm wrapped around his chest, blood soaking through his shirt.“Clear the beds!
The sun is unforgiving, hanging directly above the trees in a taunting, slow manner, yet burning the eyes and pouring heat over everything; even the wind seems too lazy to blow. Kieran tightens his grip on the steering wheel as the truck bumps along the dirt path. His shirt clings to his skin with sweat. Even with the windows rolled down, it doesn't help. He tsks. Why is it so hot today? He hisses in annoyance and pulls at the neck of his shirt, hoping for some sort of relief, but it only adds to his frustration. Just another awful reminder why he hates doing this.He hates delivering supplies to the Omega mansion. It's not because he dislikes Omegas, his brother is one, so that's impossible, but because the air around that place always feels different, lighter, and tsk, sweater. There are too many scents tangled together, all soft and alluring, making it hard for an alpha like him to breathe right. It's too hectic but what choice does he have, as the future alpha, he needs to make s
The sun is still climbing when Sage knocks on Kieran's door, and he doesn't wait for an answer as he walks in.Kieran is already up, lacing his boot, sitting on his bed, his chest bare and tense, his hair still damp from the cold shower he's taken while his eyes stay sharp and focused.“You don’t have to do this,” Sage says quietly.Kieran doesn't look at him. “Yes. I do.”“No, you don’t.”“I gave my word.”Sage walks further into the room. “Then take it back. Say you were angry, say it was pride—”“It was pride,” Kieran cuts him, finally looking up. “But I meant it.”Sage stares at him. “It's not just a duel, Kieran, you both have to fight to the death until one of you submits, and that's almost impossible for two strong-headed alphas. You could die.”“So could he.” Kieran counters sharply.“That doesn’t sound comforting at all.” Sage snaps.Kieran stands, grabbing his shirt and slipping it over his head. “If I back down now, I won't just lose the fight; I will lose my place, my powe
The council room is painfully quiet, heavy, and intense. Every seat is occupied by visiting alphas, betas, and members of the council. The long stone table stretches across the room, but all eyes are on the single chair at the front.Kieran sits there, arms crossed over his chest, his face arched with a deep scowl. He knows everyone is waiting; he can see the ways Alpha Felix’s eyes shone with malice, but he keeps his mouth shut to hide his missing teeth.“Come on, everyone is waiting,” Sage jams his elbow at his side.Kieran looks at his father, the man's green eyes don't look friendly, they are as dark as a starless night, blazing enough to set the room on fire as he pins Kieran with a dangerous stare.Kieran sighs, then he forces his pride down as he finally rises to his feet. The look in Alpha Felix's bruised face changes, and he grins smugly, his fingers drumming on the table like he's suddenly enjoying every second of this. An alpha apologizing to another alpha, definitely a sig
The pack grounds is alive with music and laughter; the bonfire roars at the center of the field, casting golden and bright light across the happy and painted faces of wolves in their human forms while meat sizzles on the long spits and the scent of roasted deer with burning wood fills the air, thicker than the warmth of the fire.Seth doesn't want to be here, but then again, no one seems to care about what he wants, as he's once again dragged into the pack festival by Castel. The young she-wolf pulls him through the crowd with no intention of letting go."Come on!" She grins, tugging forward. "You are not hiding away in your room tonight. You need to be out here, there's a roasted deer, a whole one. I heard the Alpha caught it himself." Seth blinks, doesn't say anything. Nothing good ever happens when he comes to gatherings like this. "I know you think I'm trying to force you into my social shield, I am, but that's not the point. You need fresh air and food, your body needs it if yo